Short Very Personal Poems
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I legally changed my last name to Cleator,
because my original name was cursed.
Life was tough as a child and even as an adult
with a name like William, A Cleatoris.
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Dedicated to Mike Hunt, Anita Cock & Dick Hertz.
I can relate to all of you on a very personal level.
Prayer is very personal
Then again, it is universal
for who do we pray to
I think, aware or not
the world eavesdrops
For the spirit voice echoes
even in snowy silence
Make what you think
comforting and shareable
Unwavering love Your One who
always dearly listens --
Paradise is where your happiest
A very personal thing.
Remembering sunny days,
An ice cream cone, a diamond ring.
Dancing in the moonlight
I would snuggle into your chest
Softly touching your skin, was my delight,
Easily, loving you, was paradise at best
Penned 20 December 2015
Introverted
I keep my thoughts locked away.
No one can touch them.
They are mine only. I take no
Risk in sharing with
Others my
Very personal feelings. I do not wish
Every one to know me and take no joy in
Revealing myself to
Those who
Expect to understand my personal
Demons and dilemmas.
All mourn in different ways
No one should ever tell you how to feel
Overwhelming pain
From the onset of the news
Or complete numbness
To your very core
No one should ever tell you how to react
Some hide away
Refusing to accept it
While others share memories
Of days gone by
Loss is a very personal thing
I encountered someone today who was grieving
the loss of a loved one and it hit hard today
I've had those days and I took the time to listen
and encourage as much as I could
but grief is a very personal journey
Encountering another grieving heart
often doesn't even require words,
the broken heart pieces communicate
The show must go on.
Under a sable cloud.
I am on the vast stage
to perform.
Tall cacti and harsh
dunes will not find
a sweet acacia.
When I am hungry
I would like to write something
very personal on a yellow paper.
The potter’s wheel will not
move today.
The potter had turned into clay.
Satish Verma
Why?
It really shouldn’t be
There is any reason.
With things so close
So very personal,
All should be like crystal
But for the very same reasons,
Often times, things are, almost and at varying times,
Like polar opposites
We have to realize that it’s okay to see with our hearts,
Without completely becoming blinded by our minds……
in our secret world
lips to lips
our hearts in passion
pound
our needs
in whispers sound
pleasure's fever
in desire unchained
the crescendo choir
of words
fans the fire
love floats
on thermals
of
kissing
missing minutes
become
hours
in the longing
to give
to receive
to touch
cuddle
& caress
she
my
valentine